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I heard the front door open and close, shaky breathing and someone who was light footed dart up the stairs. I felt my eyebrows rise as I got up from my sitting position and jogged upstairs. I heard a soft crying sound and felt my heart plummet at the sound of her crying.

Natasha was stood in the mirror of the bathroom, her hands shakily finding her compact and make up. She stopped, meeting my gaze through the mirror. An emotion that I couldn't read was written across her face.

"Natasha?" I broke the silence, walking to her and holding her waist, turning her to face me.

She had a bloody cut on her lip and dark marks around her eyes and neck. Tears had stained her flushed cheeks.

I raised my hands, only to see her flinch away from me, all I was going to do was cup her face, "Natasha? Natasha what's wrong? Who did this?"

"Nobody!" She yelled. "Nobody! Nobody! Nobody!"

"Girl," I kept my voice soft and gently took her waist, drawing her close to my chest. I felt her shaking. I hated that she was upset. "If ya tell me who it was I can prevent it from happening again, can't I?"

"I don't want your help!"

"But ya need it girl," I expressed. "Just let me help."

"Fuck off Jay!" She yelled, tears clouding her eyes. "Go bang some other desperate chick!" She shoved me away and stormed out.